Xie Jue gazed at the figure in vivid red attire, like a streak of fire surging toward him, the icy chill in his heart gradually dispelled by this warmth. The two walked side by side.
The Sixth Prince Manor wasn't far from the Second Prince Manor. After sending away the person who had escorted Xie Jue, he and Lan Ningzhen strolled leisurely through the city.
"Why aren't you at home recovering? What are you doing here?" Xie Jue asked knowingly. Lan Ningzhen's injury had been healing for a while now, though perhaps it was due to the winter that the wound recovered slowly. Now that they had an official engagement, Lan Ningzhen demanded, with brazen possessiveness, that Xie Jue visit her every day, as if he were her miracle cure. Xie Jue indulged her, obliging her daily by visiting the Lan Family. Today, however, he had come to the Sixth Prince Manor and hadn't made it to the Lan Family yet. "Is your wound all healed?"
